Monday, 28 December 2015

I knocked the door just to make sure that it shuts
back again. To close all the possible things between us, or maybe I don’t want
hurt myself again. I tried to smile but my dysphoria crushed my lips and weed
out my tongue and so couldn’t apologies neither couldn’t shout on your face. I
stitched my eye so that no one could see me cry but even then the tears tore
off my eyelids and the magma flowed into my sea of tears, it flowed until they
clotted.